#English #XXCentury
We play at our house and have all… An’ there’s always a game when sup… An’ at our house there’s marks on… An’ some terrible scratches on som… An’ ma says that our house is sure…
The happiest nights I ever know Are those when I’ve No place to go, And the missus says
If I knew a better land on this g… Where a man gets bigger money and… If the Briton or the Frenchman ha… I’d pack my goods this minute and… But I notice when an alien wants…
SOMETIMES I git to thinkin’ o… There comes a-troopin’ through my… I used ter know in Pixley, an’ I… A-livin’ all th’ fun we knew befor… A-dancin’ all th’ dances, th’ lanc…
Jim’s made good in the world out t… No better, of course, than she des… Fred is manager, full-fledged now’… An’ I lose my breath when I think… Clever—the word don’t mean enough…
The little kindergarten miss, Source of all my joy and bliss, Every evening in the window Waits and watches just for me; Waits and watches for her daddy,
How fine it is at night to say: ‘I have not wronged a soul to-day. I have not by a word or deed, In any breast sowed anger’s seed, Or caused a fellow being pain;
This is the song of the many Who seldom are mentioned in praise… The glorious millions of toilers Who splendidly live out their days… The millions unlured by great rich…
Time was I thought of growing up, But that was ere the babies came; I’d dream and plan to be a man And win my share of wealth and fam… For age held all the splendors the…
When the umpire calls you out, It’s no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust about— Play the game! And though his decision may
MILDRED McGee was a beautiful… As fair as peroxide could make her… She was never so shy that a man go… Would imagine that she was a Quak… She had suitors that called every…
I do not think all failure’s undes… And all success is merely someone’… Some men are down because they wer… And some are up because they kept… Some men are down because they cho…
On every street there’s a certain… Where the children gather to romp… There’s a certain house where they… To play their games and to sing th… And they trample the lawn with the…
These are the memories of tomorrow… Smile of friend we meet today, Sympathy to soothe our sorrow, Roses blooming by the way; Little jests to cheer the living,
Curly locks, what do you know of t… And what do your brown eyes see? Has your baby mind been able to fi… One thread of the mystery? Do you know of the sorrow and pain…
